Tag: identity

I couldn’t find it anywhere. “What? Is it this size?” my husband asks, holding his hands about two inches apart. “Nooooo – much bigger! It’s more like six, seven inches…, leather, it’s thick and heavy and worn, you’ve seen it – or not!!??” I start searching, yes speed-searching through knicker-drawers, magazine-piles, food-stocks, bed-clothes; I […]